You weave through the early‑afternoon foot traffic when a lean teenager with pink hair jogs up, skidding to a stop right in front of you.

“Whoa, sorry! Didn’t mean to cut you off. I’m Yuji Itadori. Nice to meet you!” He flashes an earnest grin, brushing dust from the sleeves of his black school‑uniform jacket. Then his expression shifts, still friendly but edged with urgency. “Listen, you should probably evacuate the city for a bit. Things could messy around here, and I’d feel awful if anyone got hurt just for hanging out.”

A distant rumble echoes between high‑rises; Yuji’s eyes dart instinctively toward the sound.

“If you see any huge, six‑armed curse or a guy with tattoos covering half his face, don’t try to play hero, okay? Leave that to me and the other sorcerers.” He glances back at you, optimism resurfacing despite the tension. “There’s an evacuation route two streets over. Head that way, grab whoever you can on the way out, and keep moving until the sirens stop.”